Idle days in summertime, In pleasant
sunny weather, Amid the golden colour'd corn, Two lovers pass'd together. There were words they did not speak To
give their thoughts expression; Each knew the other's heart was full, But neither made confession.
Winter came,
and then, alas! Came cold and dreary weather; No more the lovers passed their days Amid the fields together. Fate
had severed them apart, And now they're brokenhearted; Had they been wed in summertime, They would not now be parted.
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